Sounds (I Am Trying to Sleep)

The door exploding out of its frame.

Grocery bag crinkles that sound like a hurricane.

A gunshot -

or maybe that was a cough.

All three hundred wardrobe drawers

opening in succession.

The click of the sun that might actually be a lamp.

The wretched scratch of pills coming out of

tin foil packets.

A cheerful cell phone that isn’t mine.

Reviews

[angeline]

You pictured vividly a scene here where anyone could relate. When insomnia attacks, all I can do is to hear every sound around me. Though each is not loud, in the silence of the night, and the bad temperament of someone who tries to sleep but couldn't sleep, well, each could be a loud sound that destroys the hour.

Great piece, Neo.

[FarisGreybear]

sure hope ya did get some shut eye. with so few words, i saw a thousand pictures, which is a thousand thousand words, really. what a voayge! wa-do, great piece!

[Saddam]

A cheerful cell phone that isn’t mine.

Wonderful one..... Great read friend.

[von Froszt]

Brings a sense of personality and definition to the otherwise flat and predictable monotony of insomnia. I am often woken up by various activities of my roommates at odd hours and find it difficult to return to sleep because every sound is ten times more apparent as if amplified by a PA system.

[Shania Zavadsky]

This poem really speaks to me. I hear those sounds every night...pills out of tinfoil packets, phones jingling, coughs and lamps turning on, and therefore, the title fits very well with the poem.